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		<title>Michael Xavier | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Michael Xavier</description>
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			<title>Ellie</title>
			<description>Her inner hard corners guard a paint stained and singing heartA soft exterior of which eyes &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and souls &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XavierMichael/1989434/</link>
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			<title>Alex pt 2</title>
			<description>She&amp;nbsp;Is apin drop tap of fingers on tingling ivory panels&amp;nbsp;AMicrophone cord wound to spell power with jolting electricity melting hercrystal eyes into your mind&amp;nbsp;Softwhite lace with thumbtack lining but what you don&amp;rs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XavierMichael/1989429/</link>
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			<title>D[on't]ad</title>
			<description>[don&amp;rsquo;t] Keep ScreamingWhat xanax filled desire brought thisWas it the bottles of whiskeyGoing &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Down &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Down &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Down[don't] Touch MeMy body is [not] you..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XavierMichael/1989427/</link>
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			<title>B***h</title>
			<description>Your eyes have jaws that c a s c a d e  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;so low they could swallow me.Your tears a scream a bloody manipulative endingCrying wolf crying demon crying monsterTo any and all who listennnWith your clawed hands curved behind your back and boned fingers crossed around the TRUTHHow can an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XavierMichael/1989426/</link>
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			<title>Alex</title>
			<description>Do you ever have a person with whom the world fadesA legitimately enticing xenolith in the form of a human.Who makes your &amp;nbsp;u n s t e a d y &amp;nbsp;footstepsPick  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Up &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The &amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XavierMichael/1989425/</link>
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			<title>Pound</title>
			<description>My pulse is poundingReceptors racing,  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;veins veering,  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XavierMichael/1989423/</link>
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			<title>No</title>
			<description>My stomach grew up to be a gymnastMy hands video game controllers in a failed levelShakes and flips leading to stained porcelain and wet sleevesMy arms grew to be scars my head a flameThe heat  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;-singing my flesh  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;-leaving paled ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XavierMichael/1989420/</link>
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			<title>A Contradiction</title>
			<description>Would you watch the sun bleed?The certain yellow tinged redSilver  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;cloud  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;linings (turned to blade)A beacon faded by monotonous injury Why would you wish this on the sun?You&amp;rsquo;re just as BrightWhy would you wish that on yourself?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XavierMichael/1989419/</link>
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			<title>Craving</title>
			<description>FascinationOr in fact anticipation of the captivationSullen stoic straying stares upon Perfect &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Pulsating &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;PicturesBut perhaps fascination and fear are not as intertwinedAs we once believedPerhaps this diag..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XavierMichael/1989417/</link>
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			<title>You.</title>
			<description>Yet another work for my partner.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XavierMichael/1850952/</link>
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			<title>Little Bird</title>
			<description>A poem about my partner.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XavierMichael/1850653/</link>
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			<title>The Day My Heart Shattered</title>
			<description>I lost someone very important to me to suicide and coped with it through writing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XavierMichael/1850644/</link>
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			<title>Graduation To True Perfection</title>
			<description>After struggling severely with an eating disorder, I wrote a poem on the recovery process.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XavierMichael/1848962/</link>
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			<title>Her</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote for my girlfriend to show her how I felt about her.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XavierMichael/1848957/</link>
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